This is an open and unfiltered diary-style journal
on the life of James Robert Smith.
This blog will contain sometimes graphic experiences (both beautiful and ugly),
sometimes stark insight, and all honest and factual documentation of dreams, diet, activity, and thoughts.

Wednesday November 12 2014

I'm on my bike today going back and forth from my house to the rock school for lessons. In between I find time to ride over to Seatack Rec Center to shoot some hoops. Just my luck there are five other guys my age here. I'm able to play a couple of competitive games with them and then I'm back at Music Makers to teach more piano lesson.

PB&J. Baked Lentil Chips. Honey Green Tea.

Whitney takes me to pick up my car from getting an oil change. Today has been super busy and I'm still on a tight schedule. I relax in my room over a cup of Lemongrass Green Tea and a John Oliver video before my evening continues.

Meeting Cara, my voice instructor, at her apartment in Ghent for a lesson. It's a very productive session. She coaches me with various Italian vocal exercises and shows me the proper technique in singing some of my usual songs on guitar.

Shortly after I instigate a sexual scene in the living room. All the other residents of the house are asleep she assures me so we can enjoy ourselves without worry. With her just barely finishing her period it becomes difficult towards the end for lack of fluids. I can see disappointment all over her face. I lean over and comfort her with compliments on her beauty.